she sings her sweet song, which seems to have risen
from within her smooth skin, vibrating in her strides,
as she plays with her eyes, with smiles, she has stored
in her sighs, as she gets along, she spreads warmth,
shielding us from every storm to come, she is she-
a woman who lives a part of her story, through
her gestures, her expression that tingle the skin of
us lookers, having us laugh with her, pray, sing her
in our words, she is a woman, she strives for love,
she is a key of piano; to touch her is to surge into
the sacred waters, she seeps into our minds to
have us looking for her, even when she’s not there,
she is a woman, a sorceress who carves us into
what we are capable to be, she is a goddess,
she is a mother, a lover, a bond, she is a woman,
she is always the flame that lights our lives,
she is the best as she is, different, wicked, sweet,
she is a woman, and hence she sings, a woman
playing roles unflinching throughout her life,
she is a woman who is everything, that is to be
Happy International Women’s Day. This simple poem is a tribute from my side to all the women.
And to end this post, let’s relive the song by Billy Joel:
* For those of you who read about my earlier post in which I mentioned that my examination date-sheet is going to be changed because of the General elections, it has changed, the new dates have come and it is not in my favor. I was looking forward to fill the forms for an entrance exam taking place on 26 April but now one of my final exams which was to take place on 10 April is rescheduled to 26th. I am sad and I feel really bad. What else can I say about it!?
What would it entail to carve me into an immortal carcass of chivalry?
It is not thine what you possess in this mauve maze of modernity.
Why is it cumbersome for them all to lift me up from my hinges?
Expectation is a cruel epiphany, better soon be resolved and discarded.
Where do swirls of the fates reside, mastering specimen of species?
Things to be found, and those that must remain in mist of melancholy.
Who yearns for song of the moon doting on exuberant stars of plight?
Pragmatism be the answer, and the answer alone, that is, for now.
The words that were brimming up the vessel of mind and thus, I spill them down… not to mean a meaning, not to say a thing but to just let them see their sight that looks nowhere but at me.
Limited to 100 words of vagrant vices, that is all that is. Thank you for reading.
A loud call out to the bloggers regarding the fact that I am looking for some guest authors to write on How Anxious. I have had three wonderful bloggers write a guest post in the past, which you can check out here. And now I need you. Come on, drop me an e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org or tweet me at @HowAnxious. We will set things up. I’ll soon be spamming all your blogs with my requests. So, hurry up… talk to me right now about it.
Efficient communication is an important need that a student expects from an educational organisation. Particularly in distance courses, it is imperative that a student’s queries must always be attended to by the concerned officials. But my case has been a different one. I have written three mails so far, called the toll-free number at least ten times, and dialed the separate land-line numbers of the organisation again and again but to no avail. I haven’t got a single reply.
No, I did get one in which one of my mails was passed over for reference to someone else. And that is the end of correspondence that I have received. Now, I have some serious queries related to one of my practical subjects. I don’t want to lose my marks because of the irresponsible communication tactics adopted by the so-called governmental organisation. But what other choice do I have?
I have to visit them but I am not in the city where the office of the organisation is located. I am worried and that had kept me awake in the night. Finally, I had to resort to google-ing about some positive articles so that I could go to sleep.
But this matter “could” be solved and for that, my sister who is in the aforementioned city would have to visit those goons.
If you think that that ends there, please do not think so. The other jeopardizing problem is that the date-sheet for the examinations is going to be changed. And why is it so? Because of the so-called General Elections. I was sufficiently satisfied with the current date-sheet. But it is only today that the dates of the elections are declared and it is my bad luck that two of the polling dates “collide” with my examination dates(which are no longer going to be the dates when I could give exams). Terrible! I have to wait for the updated date-sheet now and re-plan everything related with my personal life and some other activities once again based on it.
I am furious but more than that, I am saddened. I desperately want to get through it safe and sound and find myself smiling on the other side. I wish!
And on top of that, I suck at driving. I have been taking driving lessons on and off since the last four years. It is another thing that I would have them for a few days and then nothing for a whole year. Today, I went once again for a lesson after about one and a half years. My mood was completely spoiled when I was not able to reverse the car well even after trying a number of times. And once I fail at doing something, I lose my stamina and my confidence plummets to zero. <It is really difficult to live with a mind like that of mine.>
Well, I have complained enough. No poem for today. I am a grumpy person right now. Goodbye and take care. And have a good time.
P.s.- Just now, I had a hard time looking for the photo url on Flickr, due to its weird settings. And I am frustrated.
I embrace invisibility of air,
and cling to it, but falling down,
unsupported by vapours and gas,
smacking my chin, squashing in and
teeth of the lower jaw, rising high
and high, ploughing into the tongue,
to let the blood rivulets surge out,
to taint red the invisibility of air,
and flush it with sinful crimson
of my hurt, rendering it visible
to my eye, because a victim I’m
of nature’s treachery, of ennui
of the evanescent air, I now
wipe away the rest of it from
my kaput lips, my persistent
psyche has me close my eyes,
to see none of matter of mine,
embracing the air in gratuity,
clung to our likeness, after
donning in me that invisibility
For dVerse Poetics. It will take me a while to visit you but I would find my way to your writing space and dwell in your words for sometime.
If you liked the video, please drop a comment in the video’s comment section on you tube. I am looking forward to get some subscribers, if only I could get some.
my expression of disinterest
lined in my eyes entranced,
and agonized by furtive faces,
to express a wonder, at how
they hide the mayhem within,
I, on the other hand, I whip
out wicked words, that have me
blinded to see sun shine black,
in an eternal realm of lips that
smile back and forth toothy grins,
I can’t unsee those gay noses,
erect in a prideful posture,
nor those tight eyebrows
chiding me for my quandary,
I am blind to see gangrene
of my skin that sheds in peels,
burnt up whole, heaving fumes,
only making each glow golden,
in the periphery of vision, of
my sightless eyes, that only can see
For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads Fireblossom Friday Prompt. I will be here and there but I would find my way to your blog to read your wise words.
I have been quite inactive lately. The thing is that my exams are approaching and I was devoting the month of February towards my studies. I was doing alright but these last three days haven’t been much productive. My mind started playing games with me and well, I lost. As for writing, I am quite deserted of the words. Tension and unusual stress and even carelessness sometimes intrude my conscious to keep me from paying attention to time and make me just float in the frothy oceans of seconds.
I am not going to be around much… though, I can not be sure of anything. I gave myself a free day today so that I could get back to concentrating on what is more important from tomorrow onward. I have more or less two weeks left to do what I can do. And now that statement has quite disturbed me. I am quite a peculiar being, you might say.
Well… on a good note, I uploaded a poem(I had written in November) on you tube. I just made slides of written word on one single background and made a video of it. I know that that is absurd, but I felt like doing so: